Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.